This household is so abusive. My mother would scream at my sister so much I think she developed some sort of panic attack everytime my mother would raise her voice. My father would just make things worse by taunting her and me if we tried to talk back(useless fuck can't even contribute to a proper conversation so his solution is to provoke) and then the two would proceed to make us think we're the bad guys, we're the abusive ones. I sometimes think that they'll kill us one day. I sometimes wish that if that were the case, they'd learn something but that probably wouldn't happen. I wish they'd kill us so they'd feel bad but that wouldn't happen realistically. One day, if I'm even alive, both of us will move out and leave those hags to rot in an old people house, whatever you call it.